Meryl Lee - The younger the better

It was love at first taste. He savored sweet and slightly tart, intimate and mysterious, compelling him to lick and to tongue for more. Even as he did, he felt the erotic lightning sizzle into his groin and heard Sandy's cry of delight. He was hard and erect again, driving through her lips as she continued to siphon thirstily at his inflamed cock.

They locked in mutual suck passion and it was another strange first for Bryan. Wild for his initial experience at fellatio, he was even more driven to taste her come frenzy. Even a neophyte could tell those convulsions meant her climax was near. And while he maddened her quim with lips and tongue, his own orgasm stalled to let him drive her totally over the crest.

Throaty moans told the audience of Sandy's coming and a moist bath wet Bryan's eager tongue, spearing, stabbing feverishly as the first spasm tore Sandy's lower body. When her climax slowed, her lips were munching, maddened for the taste of male semen. Unlike Pammy, she never had violated her promise to Mommy to wait for this appointed moment. Now, yearning and passion swept her as she sucked her willing victim.

"Ah, yeah… YEAH!" His semen barrage blasted the roof of Sandy's mouth and she was female on fire. The come raced furiously and she gulped it, gagging but wanting to swallow as she continued to suck.

"He's a maniac!" exclaimed Denise when the glistening organ slid wetly from Sandy's mouth. It was still bent in an ominous half-hard curve up and away from his groin.

"He's my maniac this time." Pammy scrambled across his thighs and positioned herself.

"One thing I want promised by superman here." Denise hovered directly over Bryan and stared unblinkingly into his passion-driven face. "I want you to promise never – not ever! – to come over here for sexy seconds without my specific invitation."

"Mommmmeeee… that's cruel!"

"Bryan, do you hear?"

"Oh, look… wow…! I promise."

Denise leaned very close and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Then will you please have intercourse with my daughter? Be very gentle. You're a big man."

Denise followed her invitation, stretching across Bryan's eager frame to help him in. His prick split Pammy's quim lips and as she took his thrust, she squealed happily in rapture agony. Her mother crouched across their captive male, insinuated herself closer and closer till she could kiss and lubricate the snug union of cock and cunt.

Fire seared his mind as Bryan took the love of two women; one tongue licking feverishly at his shaft while the other drove herself onto his penis and pulsed in savage convulsions as she took him deep into her body.

With an expertise that told Denise this boy was no first timer, Bryan pumped into her daughter's vagina. His maturely tapered, narrow-hipped frame made it hard to believe him an adolescent. Even as she watched, Denise knew her neighbor posed a major threat to her plans for her daughters. Bryan was too good too soon. His amateurish coltishness in coital thrusting was the only thing that made her think he could have been virgin when he came into their trap. But now he was going to be an object of constant want by her daughters. Even wanted by her, and that could spoil her campaign for Jess Mallory. It could even ruin Sandy and Pammy, if the word was leaked by this young Adonis that he had easy play with the girls next door.

She had to hard-nose him out of their sex lives when this morning madness was finished. Keep him hopeful, but keep him a lawnboy. Give him kicks with near misses, but keep him in suspense.

"I do not believe you, Bryan Quinby!" Denise declared when a spent Pammy rolled from her prisoner. "No man can go through a trio of females, come seven times and still be half hard!"

The girls were at his ankles and freeing the clamps that had held him through their romp. When he was released, he straightened slowly and stiffly, saying nothing as he moved to the floor of the barn and turned to face his captors. Three gorgeously stacked nudes, clustered close together in arm-locked wonder, watched and waited for him to speak.

"No more?" He looked painfully at Denise, trying to fathom the sense of that order. "You mean, only this time and never, ever again?"

"Maybe ever again, but only if I give special permission and that isn't likely."

"But, why?" He was clearly hurting at the thought that one time in paradise was only a start. "I would never say a word."

"Too much dynamite for any of us to handle, Bryan. You could be hurt… my girls could be… it's a small town."

"Come here!" He grabbed impetuously for Denise's wrist and wrestled her quickly to the impromptu mattress on the quilt. "And you!" He caught Sandy's arm and with his other hand seized Pammy, spilling the two girls in a happy, squealing tumble across their mother's willing body.

"I want something to remember." His strength and the cooperation from the girls caught by his desperation, made lining their bodies and their three cunty centers one atop the other no problem.

Cunnilingus hopscotch. Thirst wetted by the magic found earlier at Sandy's quim gates, he drove the three females to gasping, screaming climaxes.

"More… please, Bryan, more!" cried Sandy after he had tongue-whipped each through two orgasms and suddenly broke from the play.

"Don't go." Denise grabbed and missed as he slipped past them and snatched his bathing trunks from the floor. "Look at yourself! You still need it."

"I know. And it's going to get lots worse." Fully freshened and horny wild, his erection bolted at his front in outraged want. Purposefully he strutted to the barn door, determined to let the three see what they were driving from their lives. There, flinging open the two-sided-door, he calmly bent and dragged his swim trunks up his legs till they were directly under his genitals.

"So, if I'm out, I'm out!" he snorted, grabbing his stiffened cock and stroking himself suggestively. "This is how you caught me and this is what I'll go back to."

Furious as he was, Bryan was entranced by the trio of females embracing each other and staring at his masturbation. Forgotten by him in his frenzy to try to make Mrs. Pritchard retract her ultimatum, was that he was visible to a second floor window in his home next door. At that second in that window appeared an astonished face.

"Dear God! Bryan!" Jennifer Quinby, dumbstruck by a performance she never believed possible in her fifteen-year-old, pressed her fist against her lips. There before her incredulous stare, was a possessed son, facing back into the barn garage on the Pritchard grounds, obviously masturbating.

Was someone watching next door? Surely with three women around that house! In sheer terror she scanned first the downstairs, then the upstairs windows of the house. Not a soul in sight. Whatever possessed her boy, wondered a spellbound Jennifer, horrified and entranced simultaneously as a stream of silvery spray shot from the tip of his cock and splattered to the ground.

Almost matter-of-factly, he restored his modesty, stepped back inside the barn door, and a moment later reappeared with the lawnmower. He had done it, but there wasn't a guilty sign in his expression. Jennifer watched unseen behind a drape as he mowed along the hedge line.

That evening at supper table, strained and uncomfortable, she studied him covertly as he sat nonchalantly at her elbow. He talked animatedly about his chance for the first string football team in his first year of high school.

"Bryan, I would like to see you clean up your room tonight," she interrupted finally, exasperated by his cool. "You know Celeste arrives in a few days and it's a disgrace."

"Sure, Mom, glad to." His thoughts were where they had been all through the day after leaving the three temptresses. Three wonderful females had led him into manhood and set him on fire for sex. It was beautiful and it was beastly, at the same instant. Just as she paid him for the lawn work, Denise reminded him a final time, "Once is once and no more. Understood, Bryan?"